The PLANETARY PLANNER

MAY 2025| PART 2

JUNCTURES OF JUPITER •••

Jupiter sails through the late degrees of Gemini this month, juggling possibilities like a cosmic street magician—flashing smiles, cutting deals, shuffling the deck of identity with a wink and a dare…

From 21° to 28°, the great expander isn’t demanding grand spiritual quests—he’s chiseling through the ego’s thousand mirrors, insisting you become clever enough to survive your own distortions.

In Gemini, Jupiter is a master of adaptation: trimming here, polishing there, swapping out whole sections of selfhood depending on the audience or opportunity. It’s dazzling, it’s pragmatic, and it’s dangerous. Because if you aren’t careful, you can sell yourself for shiny prizes and not realize what you’ve lost until your hands are full and your heart is empty.

But hidden inside this quicksilver performance is a bigger invitation…

Beneath the slickness, the greater self watches, waits, plots a jailbreak.

Visions flare through the mind’s smoky corridors—moments when the bigger game peeks through, when the future flashes its teeth and the body knows something the mouth can’t yet say.

It’s stunning. It’s destabilizing. It’s the kind of knowing that feels like being caught in a rainstorm of stars, soaking you through before you can find shelter…

Around May 18, Jupiter drifts into a tense t-square with the lunar nodes, tightening the cosmic screws.

Here, the personal mind, clever and charming as it is, runs headlong into soul purpose. You can pretend to ignore it—you can spin tales, design intricate labyrinths of distraction—but deep down, the gnawing truth won’t let go.

The world of “business as usual” grows pale and sour in your mouth. You are secretly living across futures and pasts, holding frequencies others can’t even hear yet, and the mismatch between inner truth and outer nonsense becomes impossible to deny. The brink of the infinite is not a metaphor anymore. It’s the ground beneath your feet. It’s the sky itching behind your eyes.

Jupiter whispers: Don’t polish the old mirrors. Smash them.

He demands that you not simply shine but burn—burn through the outer noise until only the direct, vibrating truth remains. There is a clean hunger rising now, a ferocious yearning for realness: to tap the future that already hums in your bones, to strip down to the breath, the bones, the undeniable substance of being.

By the end of the month, the brilliance is breathtaking. The mind, once scattered like confetti, sharpens into a spear of wonder. Revelations spill through—too huge for words, too luminous to fit into the tight vocabulary of the ordinary day. You are asked not to shrink them. Not to explain them. But to carry them forward like a lantern lit inside your ribcage.

May under Jupiter is the choice to outgrow your cleverness.

To become so much more than the best adaptation of yourself.

To be cracked open—not broken, but broken free—and to pour yourself into the waiting cup of futures yet unlived.

STRUCTURES OF SATURN •••

Saturn finishes its long, strange dream-song through the last degrees of Pisces this May, stumbling through the final mist, picking up old ghosts like stones in its pockets…

There’s mischief here, chaos, spiritual graffiti scrawled across the walls of the mind. At 27°–29° Pisces, the line between inspiration and madness shimmers so thin it might dissolve entirely. There’s a strange wisdom in this disorientation—the humility that comes from being toppled from any pedestal you built, any status you clung to, and being dumped right into the raw, ragged street of existence.

Here, Saturn doesn’t lecture from a podium. Saturn hands you a broom and says, Sweep. Learn the language of dust.

But the real threshold comes on May 25, when Saturn crosses into Aries at 0°30’—and the world feels it like a tectonic crack.

Gone are the formless wanderings.

Gone are the endless maybe’s and misty what-ifs.

Aries demands immediacy. Form. Fire.

Saturn here doesn’t drift—he lunges. He sharpens. The Earth itself hums with urgency, pregnant with a thousand futures, each one howling for birth…

Now, Saturn demands not daydreams but blueprints; not mystical pondering but boots on the ground, hands in the clay. The old cycles are finished. The new ones require blood, bone, breath, and commitment.

The shift is radical, jarring even—moving from the shapeless womb of Pisces into the flint-sparking forge of Aries.

Here, Saturn becomes the master-craftsman, the relentless apprentice, the stubborn builder willing to fail, to bleed, to be bruised by every hard edge in the pursuit of something real.

It’s not about immediate mastery.

It’s about practice—the messy, feral, inconvenient kind that no one applauds but which builds worlds.

Saturn in Aries is remedial magic: returning to the basics, hammering the foundation with calloused hands, forging a new spine for new lifetimes to climb.

But this isn’t punishment. It’s promise. Saturn in Aries whispers, You are pregnant with a thousand futures. Which one will you midwife into being?

It’s a question that refuses to let you sleep. It rattles your bones. It roars at the gates of your lazy old self and demands sacrifice—not out of cruelty, but because what is real, what is righteous, what is necessary, demands everything you’ve got. Nothing less will do.

By the end of May, you may find yourself fevered with visions—possibilities crackling around you like dry leaves in a storm. It will be tempting to cling to what you know, to grasp for the comforting rituals of the past. But Saturn will have none of it. This new cycle demands raw willpower, muscle, presence. The only way forward is through the fire of effort, relentless and holy. A thousand illusions will crumble at your feet, and Saturn, grinning like a ruthless old god, will hand you the broom again and say, Good. Now sweep. Now build. Now begin.

UPHEAVALS OF URANUS •••

Uranus inches its way through the late degrees of Taurus this May, from 26° to 28°, crackling and humming under the surface like a fault line about to sing…

Here, revolution doesn’t arrive with sirens or neon billboards—it sneaks in through the back door, disguised as the ordinary. A chipped teacup. A half-forgotten tune. A stubborn knot in the wood grain that suddenly splits to reveal an entire world you had forgotten you once belonged to. Under Uranus’ hand, the smallest seeds swell with secret thunder. What looks basic, simple, unremarkable becomes the raw material for alchemy—turning overlooked realities into cosmic detonations, turning half-sentences and side-glances into the launching pads of brand new worlds.

This is not the Uranus of obvious rebellion or brash declarations. It’s subtler, stranger—a twinkling observer drifting just above the scene, dreaming reality sideways with a bemused smile. The sweetness now is in the returning—returning to the sacred places you knew long before you could name them. Peeling back the false, brittle layers modern life insisted were necessary, and finding underneath a presence—poignant, primal, unmistakably yours.

The path here isn’t about dramatic overthrows. It’s about the intricate, extended process—the craftsmanship of becoming more yourself by remembering you were never anything else to begin with.

Uranus in Taurus doesn’t demand that you smash the world apart. It invites you to lean in so close to the bones of it that you dream the new structures from the marrow outward. This is sacred mischief at its finest. The rebellion of living authentically in a world obsessed with costume changes.

By month’s end, Uranus has tuned the air itself to a sharper frequency—one that twitches in your fingertips, buzzes in your blood, and reminds you that you are not here to repeat the old forms. You are here to dream wildly, to stray gladly, to follow tangents no mapmaker dared draw. You are answerable to no one but the Muse.

And the Muse, bless her chaotic heart, is laughing with delight every time you veer gloriously off-course.

NOTIONS OF NEPTUNE •••

Neptune, just barely awake in the earliest degrees of Aries, stumbles forward this May—drifting from 1°06’ to 1°52’—like a ghost caught between two fires…

Here, the dreamworld doesn’t soothe. It smolders.

Here, the illusions aren’t soft-focus—they carry knives behind their backs and smirk when you flinch.

You may feel it like an itch in the soul, a rebellious pulse that won’t be reasoned with. A flicker of the outlaw spirit rising, restless and unrepentant, convinced that being against something is the same as being free.

Under Neptune’s haze, distinction blurs. Life becomes a shadowbox of projections: everywhere you turn, you meet distorted versions of yourself—your rage, your ache, your unmet hunger for identity—mirrored back at you through strangers, dreams, and broken reflections. It’s adolescent energy, naked and wild, a deep, primal impulse to differentiate at any cost. Neptune here doesn’t tidy up the battle; it hands you a paintbrush soaked in gasoline and dares you to draw yourself anew—knowing full well you’ll burn through a few masks (and maybe a few bridges) along the way.

The danger? Getting swept away in the performance of rebellion without anchoring into the deeper revolution of the soul.

The gift? If you’re brave enough to look past the thrashing and the posing, past the desperate need to be different, you may catch a glimpse of something ancient rising through the smoke—something raw and radiant and real, something unpolished by consensus reality, something utterly your own.

In these first steps of Neptune in Aries, the world doesn’t need another angry echo. It needs a new myth. And you, standing there on the cracked stone steps of becoming, are dangerously close to dreaming it into being.

PENETRATIONS OF PLUTO •••

Pluto, ever the cosmic locksmith, floats between 3°49’ and 3°39’ Aquarius this May, stationing retrograde as if pausing mid-incantation, mid-blueprint, mid-breath…

And in that pause—oh, what a thunderclap of awareness rushes in.

Here, the veils between worlds snap taut, and revelation floods through like wildfire breaking underground. It’s not the polite, curated knowing of tidy philosophies. It’s the staggering kind—the kind that punches holes in the old sky, shatters consensus realities, and dares you to glimpse the aching, luminous bones of what could be.

Under this station, you are not invited to improve the world as it is.

You are invited to outgrow it.

You find yourself drawn—like a diver into deep, uncharted waters—toward the threshold spaces where old assumptions have already crumbled to dust. Every shared ideology, every inherited “truth” flickers like a broken streetlight, barely holding the dark at bay.

But it’s in that dark that the sparks fly.

It’s from that cracked soil that the real seedlings of the future begin to grow.

Pluto here doesn’t offer soft reinvention. It demands rupture. It insists you feel the world splitting at its seams not as a disaster, but as a birth.

There’s a raw wonder here too—a rapt fascination with what becomes possible when the old maps disintegrate in your hands. You’re not walking paths anymore; you’re laying new ones by instinct, by hunger, by that eerie, electric knowing that hums behind the everyday mind. A collective call swells through the atmosphere, vibrating your very cells: Find the others. Build the new forms. Speak the new tongue that hasn’t been written yet.

And you, standing dizzy at the lip of this cosmic updraft, are asked only this:

Do not cling to what is pale and hollow simply because it is familiar.

Leap.

Be among the first.

Shape the shimmering bones of a world whose pulse you already feel beating inside you.

NODAL NUANCES •••

The nodes slip backward this May from 26°27’ to 23°59’ Pisces/Virgo, pulling the soul’s compass ever deeper into the timeless undertow…

Here, earth magic and soul retrieval intertwine—calling you not just to dream of healing, but to wade into the muddy, miraculous work of actually doing it. The ancient loops of repetition—the old inherited trances of fear, doubt, and fragmentation—still echo through the corridors of the world.

But they no longer own the room. Not entirely.

A different music now hums underneath—a frequency so quiet and clear it can only be heard by those willing to listen with the bones of their being.

The soul’s hunger sharpens: the yearning to find a deeper way through, the aching need to live differently, to see with different eyes…

No more circling the old patterns like weary ghosts.

No more sleepwalking the sacred into dust.

The dream—the real one, the one you’ve carried in secret like a seed tucked inside your ribs—begins to quicken. And with it, the mission rises: a call to dismantle the illusions of separation and cynicism, to stitch together a field where truth becomes so plain, so naked, so common-sensical, it can’t be weaponized against itself anymore.

But the path is steep and strange…

Half the time you will feel poised on the brink of the infinite, sensing unseen worlds bleeding through the cracks of the visible one. The other half, you’ll feel swamped by ancestral grief, old doubts whispering that it’s too late, too foolish, too far-fetched to believe anything real can be retrieved.

Yet even inside the ache, a warrior’s courage stirs—the part of you that refuses to let the dream die, even when everything around you demands compromise or despair.

The North Node in Pisces keeps pointing: not toward neat solutions, but toward surrender. Toward the messy grace of trusting that what is essential will endure, even if it means letting go of everything else. The South Node in Virgo offers the steady hand—the sober reminder that dreams need structure, vision needs sweat, and collective hope must be tended with practical devotion, not just poetic longing.

This month, as the nodes dance their invisible arc across the sky, you are asked to hold paradox: to dream with your whole heart and yet plant your feet firmly on the real, cracked earth. To know beyond knowing that you are part of a greater story—a biography written across lifetimes, returning now to its next octave. To serve as a living bridge, psychically tuned to the collective ache for reunion, repair, rebirth.

Solitude, seclusion, stillness may be required.

A deep patience for the seeds you’ve planted but haven’t yet seen sprout. But inside the waiting, inside the wondering, a quiet power gathers. The kind that, when the season finally turns, will speak not just in words, but in life itself.

CONCERNS OF CHIRON •••

Chiron drifts from 24°05’ to 25°43’ Aries this May, holding steady in that strange, electric in-between: not quite arrival, not quite exile—more like the breath caught just before the floodgates roar open…

This is the archetype of stored power, of ancient futures cradled deep within the bones, waiting for the signal flare, the trumpet call, the unmistakable shudder that says: Now.

Until then, life may feel like a paradox wrapped in a fever dream: supremely restless while deeply restful, mischievous while deadly serious, participating in karmic pageants where nothing seems to happen—and yet everything is shifting in subterranean, irreversible ways.

This stretch of Chiron in Aries is the soul’s rehearsal for its wildest performances.

You aren’t just preparing for a future—you’re stockpiling raw life force for a moment so critical it will shatter every definition you’ve carried until now. And even though you may ache for action, even though the waiting gnaws like a dog on a bone, trust this: the delay isn’t punishment. It’s ripening.

But oh, when the spark flies—when the universal waters crest the riverbanks and the sky cracks open—then the fire inside leaps forward at a velocity that astonishes even you. Chiron this month burns with the ecstasy of creative emergence. Swept up in a tide of chaotic magnificence, you find yourself suddenly, gloriously everywhere at once—spanning past and future, self and source, catching sparks on the fly and weaving them into banners for a life far bigger than the one you bargained for.

You are living at the edges now.

Poised at a hundred brinks.

Falling—not into ruin, but into the exultation of becoming.

Chiron reminds you:

You were never just waiting.

You were becoming unstoppable…

Stay tuned for Part 3 💫